The capital city of Rikxia spread before Klaus like a constellation brought to earth. Even past midnight, the streets hummed with life that spoke to prosperity and security his family had helped cultivate over generations. Warm light spilled from tavern windows, street vendors sold late-night delicacies to revelers, and couples strolled hand-in-hand through cobblestone paths that gleamed like polished jewels under enchanted lampposts.
Klaus walked with measured steps that betrayed none of the cosmic power contained within his transformed frame. To casual observation, he appeared merely as young nobleman returning from eventful evening—though the subtle damage to his ceremonial attire suggested adventures beyond typical social gathering.
